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STROKING FOR PEACE

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 02 May 1998 1 comments
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by J.Gaminou Prologue The ancients believed (the myth may be true) that a god, all intent on creation, was wanking away like all of us do to a climax of cosmic dimension. Much later, friend Onan in biblical land, as a means of non-procreation, pulled out just in time and finished by hand, an example for our emulation. Recitative Saint Onan, your power is mighty indeed, extending from nation to nation. Regardless of color, profession or creed we yield to your sweet persuasion. The monk in his cell and the student alone are filled with the same inclination, mechanics and sailors and cops on their own, they all have the same inspiration, when pendulous softness gone upright and hard stands throbbing in hot excitation and begs to be clutched with tender regard by a hand versed in such ministration. Soon pistons are beating in rhythmic accord and orbs are in brisk oscillation. The pumping is steady- -ah, look, the award is presaged with pre-lubrication! No words can describe what occurs at the end, so I call on your imagination to ponder the bliss when those feelings descend in pulsings of rapt jubilation. Arioso Saint Onan, you offer us pleasure and joy, The world needs your conciliation. So broadcast your message and help us destroy all weapons of annihilation. Make Irish and Serb and Arab and Jew without any undue oration lay down their arms and from you take the cue and indulge in some joint masturbation. Aria Cantabile A wonderful sight of wankers at work of buddies lined up in formation, Australian, Yankee, Italian, and Turk pursuing that sweet consummation. All hand-held bazookas are loaded but mute and stroked in timed agitation... ... until they release(ah, yeahhh)their liquid salute for world peace cum fraternization.